Play Loud

We are chalk lines
Grass lined boxes
We have no hope of
Abandoned metros

We lose our way
We count our losses
And nothing opens

We down prescriptions
Like mementos
build up resistance
To what upsets us

You are the only one
I believe

We talk ourselves up
We push our chests out
We hide our mics
Beneath our clothes

We have no exits
our days aren’t ending
The frills we buy in,
the drinks we’re tagged with

You want forgiveness
It still eludes you
Your only movement
is in your windpipe

And, yet,
you are the only one
I believe

It’s beneath us
Beneath our answers
It circumvents us
we’re always cold

We’ll never find
We aren’t these people